On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel. a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and Lily Rayner was driving his six-year-old daughter Kasia to School, which was on the other side of the village, when the traffic slowed to a crawl because of a cyclist before it came to a complete standstill.
“I
think we’re going to be late sweetie” she said and Kasia tutted audibly and
retorted.
“Bloody
traffic”
“Kasia,
has Uncle Ray been dropping you at school?”
“Yes
mummy” she replied and giggled.
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